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It’s the bottom of the ninth and my turn to bat.
I turn to the crowd and tip them my hat.
The bases are loaded; three to nothing is the score,
Two men are out; this is what I live for.
I swing and I hit; it goes over the fence,
I am rounding the bases doing a victory dance.
The crowd is all cheering; the home team is screaming…
I roll over in bed – I must have been dreaming.

That girl in the office with the eyes so blue,
Asks me out for drinks when the work day is through.
We go to the bar and have an amazing date;
Finally getting together, we knew was our fate.
She has a gorgeous body and a beautiful face,
Even though it’s our first date, we go home to my place.
She takes off her clothes, I am staring, adoring…
I’ve awakened again - I must have been snoring.

I’m in line at the bank waiting to cash my paycheck,
When I hear someone yelling, “Everybody hit the deck!”
I fall to the floor and see a man with a gun;
The lady in the corner is starting to run.
He turns and he points; ready to take a shot;
I jump up and attack him so that he cannot.
I tackle him and grab him, bending his right arm...
What was that noise!?!?  It’s the morning alarm.

In through my window, the sun is shining bright
My day is beginning; that’s the end of my night.

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